Kiss of the Night (7 page)

Her voice was muffled by her tank as she pulled it over her head. “For men, maybe.” She tossed the shirt aside and shook out her curls. “You guys always get off.”

Alex gripped her by the waist and stepped forward until he’d pinned her to window. He paused a moment, taking in the view of her naked upon the backdrop of black space and sparkling stars. Then he spun her around so she could see too.

Briana squirmed between his body and the glass until he bent his knees and slipped his cock between her legs. “Oh hell…” Her voice was a breathless gasp. “I think a star just exploded.”

Inclined to agree, he nuzzled her ear and breathed in her scent. “Let’s see how much damage we can do.”

Chapter Four

Bree shivered as Alex’s voice, low and seductive as sin, brushed across her ear and echoed in her mind. Behind her, the heat and hardness of his cock burned between her thighs. The feel of his muscled chest pressed to her back made her wet. The chill of the glass, in stark contrast to his warmth, made her nipples hard. “You feel awesome,” she told him, thinking he should know that.

His hands slipped upward and cradled the curve of her breasts. “You know,” he said, his voice husky, “I don’t have any jobs lined up after this run.” He pulled her away from the glass and fondled her nipples. Rolling them with his fingers, he pinched and tugged until she whimpered with pleasure. “I could stick around and help you out.”

“Oh my God. How can you think at a time like this?” She was having trouble even breathing.

“I’m thinking about you. Everything I do is about you. Trust me.”

Leaning her flushed cheek against the glass, Bree closed her eyes and willed away the emotion she had no business feeling. “You’re being romantic again, damn it.”

Alex’s chuckle made her ache all over.

“Let me turn around.” She wanted desperately to get her hands on him.

“Lesson Number Two in patience—when a vamp has a hard-on like I do, you don’t want to incite him further.”

The softly menacing tone to his voice made her so hot, she writhed against him. “Why not? I’d love to see you lose control, get a little wild, turn things—”

Bree gasped as two sharp points scraped along the top of her shoulder. She stared at his reflection in the glass and saw the deadly glint of his fangs and the laser brightness of his gaze.

“
That’s
why,” he said softly, staring back at her. “One hunger feeds the other. Left unchecked, the man you know will give way to the animal you don’t. I won’t risk hurting you.”

“Wow, I can see you.”

“No, I’m making you see me. I don’t want you to freak out.”

“Oh, Alex…” Something inside her turned all soft. He was hiding the very essence of who he was, because he didn’t want to scare her. “You make me want everything you can dish out. Try me. I can handle it.”

With infinite care and a reverent touch, his palms slid down her rib cage and between her legs. He parted the lips of her sex and slipped through the moisture there. “No. You can’t. You’re human—soft and sweet and fragile. You’ve never seen a vamp male in full territorial rut or you wouldn’t be asking for it.”

“T-territorial?” God, that sounded sexy as hell. She spread her legs and moaned as he slipped a long finger inside her and then another, stroking deeply, just where she ached for him. She’d loved this last night, the feel of him inside her. Even this small little bit of him made her feel less empty, less alone.

“Yes. I’d want to mark you, claim you, make you mine. I’d frighten you, because I wouldn’t look the same. I’d be larger and far more powerful. One wrong move and I could kill you. I could drink too much from you, fuck you too hard, cut your satin skin. It wouldn’t be me in control anymore, Bree. I wouldn’t know what I’d done until it was over.”

“So you only fuck vamps then?” The sudden image of him with another woman made her grit her teeth.

“I didn’t say that.” Alex rubbed the heel of his palm against her clit making her pussy clench hungrily around his pumping fingers. “Damn, you’re tight.”

“Then what’s different about me?” she argued even as her legs wobbled precariously. “I’m not weak.”

He tightened his grip to support her. “I didn’t say that either. I’m the one who’s weak, sweetness. I haven’t wanted a woman this badly in…well, in forever.” He licked across the fluttering pulse in her neck and he shuddered, his thrusting fingers working faster, making her cream. “You have no idea how badly I want to pin you to the floor, and sink my cock and fangs into you. I’ve never been territorial with anyone, but I would be with you. I can feel it.”

“You’ve never…?
Ever
?”

“Never ever.”

His softly spoken words were devastating. Suddenly this wasn’t about sex anymore and everything between them changed in the space of one breath. Things she’d never thought to offer any man became necessary gifts.

“Do it,” she dared, the image of him straining over and inside her body making her impossibly wetter. “Take what you need. I bet I could handle it.” Her voice wavered. “I-I want to handle it.”

Alex growled as she soaked his hand. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I’m asking for
you
, all of you. Don’t hide a part of yourself away from me.”

He nuzzled against her with a low moan. “Arch your back and brace yourself.”

“Here?” she croaked, his rough command taking her to the brink of orgasm.

His fingers withdrew and she moaned in protest. Gripping her hips, he lifted her feet from the floor, stealing her balance. She squealed as her palms hit the window and the broad head of his cock breached her. She barely caught her breath before he lowered her onto him, the awesome width and hardness of his shaft pressing relentlessly into her.

“Ah fuck.” His arms shook as he took a step forward, using the weight of her body to drive himself deep. Her feet couldn’t touch the deck, he was so much taller than she was, but he held her aloft with the effortless strength of a vampire.

Bree hissed and clawed at the glass as she seated fully onto him, his heavy balls resting against her clit. “My God! Did your cock grow overnight?” Writhing in an effort to accommodate his size, she was so painfully acutely aroused she thought she was losing her mind.

“Does it hurt?” he gasped, his lips brushing over her shoulder in a tender caress.

“God, no. It feels wonderful.”

“Yes… No, don’t move. Hold still. Give me a minute.”

“Please,” she begged as he remained completely still, his damp cheek resting against her shoulder, his chest heaving against her back. She reached behind them and tugged at his ass. His tight, taut, gorgeous ass.

“Bree… Damn it!” Alex caught her wrists and pinned them above their heads, holding her body above the floor impaled on his cock.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she complained, her pussy quivering around him, desperate for some friction. She curled her feet around the back of his knees, trying to find the leverage she needed to ride him.

Finally, he began to move in short, hard digs, rubbing more than thrusting. She came immediately, the pleasure moving outward from the place where he filled her, curling her toes and tensing her frame. Her cunt tightened around him in rippling spasms as she cried out his name and struggled against the slick glass.

“That feels fantastic,” he groaned, switching to a faster pace. “Keep going.”

As if she had any choice. The blissful waves of orgasm rolled and crested, easing slightly only to return in greater force as he swirled his hips and plunged deeper. So deep. Without her arms or her legs, she could only take what he gave her, her body helpless and spread for his slick rhythmic drives.

Lacing her fingers with his, Bree held on, clenching her inner muscles as he shafted her in long lunges.

“Oh yeah,” he breathed in her ear, sweat from his skin binding them together. “You’re making me come.” He shuddered, his cock swelling before he spurted in hard, powerful bursts, flooding her so full she cried out in orgasm with him. Harsh sounds of pleasure tore from his throat, guttural and unbelievably exciting.

“Alex…” She closed her eyes as her body went languid, boneless in the wake of his infusion of heat. And still he kept going, pumping his cock through their mingled cream. “Don’t stop. It feels so good, I’ll die if you stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised hoarsely, maintaining the slow, deep fucking, his shaft still hard as steel. “Now that the edge is off, I can do this for years.”

He released her hands and thrust hard. “Hands and knees.”

She gave an incredulous laugh. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” She couldn’t move. Besides, they were vertical.

“Trust me, sweetness. You have to learn to trust me.”

His hands moved quickly, so quickly it seemed one moment she was standing and the next she was positioned just as he’d wanted. Dropping her head, she looked between her spread legs startled to see the floor a few feet below them. “Wow.”

“Ummm,” he agreed. “Now I can really take you deep.”

Briana stared for a moment in shock, her body rocking as he began thrusting steadily. Her eyelids grew heavy as he stroked deep inside her, rubbing against places no man had ever touched before. She barely moved, arrested by the sight of his straining thighs and heavy sac as he pumped into her with a languorous, seductive tempo. It was so damn erotic watching him fuck her, her cunt fluttered around his cock as he swiveled his hips and screwed deep into her.

“Like the view?” he purred, his fingertips drifting along her spine.

“I like
you
,” she admitted. Too much. Far, far too much. Alexei was such a blatantly sexual creature, she couldn’t help but adore him.

Maybe even more than adore him.

It’s okay, sweetheart.

“It’s so
not
okay.”

I adore you too.

“Damn it,” she complained, her eyes misting with tears. “You’re getting romantic again.”

* * * * *

Romantic.

That wasn’t the way Alex was feeling at all. Possessive and needy, maybe. Hungry and horny, definitely. But romantic?

Briana moaned his name and his gut tightened.
Ah hell, who was he kidding?
Romantic was frighteningly accurate. It was only the depth of his affection that allowed him to keep the hunger repressed and under control. His fangs ached and power rippled beneath his skin, but he restrained them all with a tight rein, because his feelings for her were stronger than the animal within him. In over two hundred years, he’d never been able to say that about any other woman.

She thrust downward against him, taking all of him, and he shuddered at the feel of the slick lips of her cunt kissing the base of his cock. Her creamy heat closed around him like a velvet-gloved fist. He’d just had the orgasm of his life, but you couldn’t tell now. His cock was swollen to painful proportions and his balls were threatening to crawl inside his body.

“Easy,” he growled when she began to rock hard, directing all of his energy into keeping them suspended above the deck of the bridge. It was the only way to keep the hunger occupied so he could make love to Bree like she deserved, slow and tenderly, instead of fucking the hell out of her.

She made another soft whimper and he cursed, the need to orgasm rising every time he sank into her. Her thoughts, hot and sexy and filled with fondness for him, drove him mad. Her fingers clawed at the glass, leaving damp trails of sweat behind. “Make me come again,” she pleaded. “I’m going crazy.”

Curling his body around hers, Alex shortened his strokes and reached between her legs. He circled her clit with the pads of his fingertips and groaned at the feel of her slick with his seed.

“Yes…” Bree swiveled her hips in time with his tempo, her cunt rippling along his shaft before clenching tight around him. Pure pleasure centered at the base of his spine. His cock filled with lust and desire before exploding in release, draining him of all the emotional barriers he’d set in place between them.

* * * * *

Taking care not to wake her, Alex slid his arm from beneath Briana’s head and slipped quietly out of bed. He stared down at her for a long moment, taking in the gorgeous way she was displayed on his linens. Lost in a sea of blood-red satin and jewel-toned pillows, her pale skin and golden curls made his mouth water.

He was tempted to lean over her and steal a kiss, an act he’d successfully managed to avoid so far, but he knew already that a taste of her would lead to a hunger for more. His animal would awaken and want her blood, want her cunt, want her body writhing beneath his, completely at his mercy. He couldn’t take the chance that he’d hurt her. Not for anything in the universe.

With a sigh, he forced himself to step away. He tugged on a pair of trousers and left the room. Padding softly down the corridor, he made his way to the bridge and sat down at his console with its multicolored lights. Alex took a moment to think, his brain gradually clearing of Bree’s addicting scent. Then he hit the comm and waited for Derek to answer.

The screen lit up almost immediately, revealing the stern countenance of the Security President. “How’s everything progressing, Night?”

“As well as can be expected.”

That answer sounded better than,
I’m falling in love with my mission, how about you?

“Has she told you anything?”

Not a damn thing and that was really starting to bug him. It meant there was a trust issue between them. Not that he blamed her with the information she had, but he was arrogant enough to wish that whatever she felt for him would be enough to get past it. He’d got what he needed by probing her mind, but he wished she’d had the faith in him to tell him her troubles out loud. “They want her to withdraw her support of the Eastern Bill.”

Derek frowned. “Why? It’s a minor piece of legislation that doesn’t hurt anyone’s interests. If I remember correctly, it just calls for opening a remote sector of the Gamma Quadrant for travel.”

“Apparently there is a small colony of nomads in that sector who display remarkable regenerative qualities. They can cut off a limb, let it die, then reattach it and it will regain its function.”